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[novagg]

Snuffed Out - Chapter 4: Temptation

A fun artwork from one of the scenes from my Ninjago fic!

It’s actually the first time I’ve drawn in the Lego style so that’s been pretty interesting to understand 🙂‍↕️

Kai’s got amnesia and ends up working for Chen during the Tournament of Elements! Of courses there’s gotta be some fun fluff before the actual angst of the story so do enjoy :))

[miqojak]

Envy

(( Mentions @ketsuchikotetsu ! And Jak facing reality: not everyone is born with superpowers.))

I wake up, and I feel...good. All I could attest to for the last few weeks was...frustration, exhaustion, and anxiety, so I'll take it. I've weathered the fear – and in truth, I'd be lying if I said the Wolf's words weren't encouraging. I should, perhaps, be more upset at the weight his words carry, but I think I've  mostly grown past that – though perhaps that seed of anxiety...the fear of loss will never entirely wither?

Only time will tell, as I reset all the old fracture lines the Garleans left me with, to build someone new – I won't live with their handicaps, any longer. I've learned to read, and I'm getting better every day – I've been sober and clean for...almost a year now, I think? I've also gotten pretty...mediocre with speaking and reading Doman, but it's progress. I’ve made heaps of gil - for a former street-rat, anyways. I own a flat and a home.

I’m practically a testament to what hard work can accomplish.

Though I'm always...eyeing the next fault that needs fixing, the seemingly-glaring chinks in my armor – but the progress I've made isn't negligible...even accounting for the mistakes along the way.

And yet, as I dress for my morning run, my stomach lurches as I recall the words I wish he hadn't said. That I...probably just lack the ability to tap into my aether of my own accord. It's nothing I hadn't been worried about already – indeed, that he spoke to what I've been afraid of...makes my heart skip a beat even now. All this effort – the desire, the drive to excel...how can I be so much better than everyone else, and still be so...weak?

I'm perfectly capable. Magic isn't essential to power, or strength.

I pull my shoe-laces a bit too tight - I'm just angry. At this world. At the hand I drew.

Every idiot and their brother – including my own twin brother! - can cast a fucking spell, and I'm among those who can't?

Not without a little help from a soul crystal.

Just one more challenge to take on, then; I'll simply have to be the best at what I can do.

[jerseydeanne]

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[acatpiestuff]

some sketches that I doodled up based off of a gift fic from @thevoiceinthestatic called Snuffed Out ^^ ehehehehe

[suzyhazelwood]

it all started so good a light in the dark the brightest of stars in our midnight sky but the path got rough the grass so tall it tripped our lovelorn feet falling victim we lost it with every thorny word

it could have been the best kind of love a ruby red flame the unquenchable burn but turning sharp on a vicious heel it left a weak watery stain and the flicker of a yellow candle snuffed out on an evening breeze

[ven0m0th]

Snuffed Out by The Domestics

Its our first attempt at a music video!

[simone--baptiste]

Snuffed Out | Baltasar & Simone

@baltasar-olveda

Simone's boots clicked on the cellar floor, broken shards of glass echoing in the small room as she hovered around the broken man heaving on the ground. She might have felt pity for the amount of blood that was pooling from his numerous wounds if he hadn't stabbed her thigh with a mirror shard during his initial attempt to escape her. She repaid him ten times over since then.

It started in Les Trois Chemins, the light discussion of her new discovery passing around the most trusted members of La Bande Noire. She kept the information as close to her heart as possible, not wanting anyone to know about it until she was ready to reveal them. Which was why when she spotted an unfamiliar face lingering too close to her group, she had him followed the minute he tried to flee.

He was taken and kept in the cellar where most of her private dealings were held. It didn't take a genius to reason what his intentions for being so close to her and her group were and judging by the direction he was heading, he was a Cardinal spy.

Spies have always been a tricky problem within the Court of Miracles. Under her father's influence, any spy that was discovered was presumably killed, but Simone didn’t see it quite so black and white. When she uncovered a spy, she preferred to observe them and learn what she could about them such as common meeting places and anything else that might be useful to her later. It was only when they uncovered something critical or outlived their usefulness that she chose to act. Most could be reasoned to work for her for a high enough price, but if not, then she silenced them. After all, a mute man was a walking reminder of what happened to people who put their nose in her business, whereas a dead one can easily be forgotten. And for the special few that muting them would be too problematic, there were still hundreds of men who would gladly kill a spy.

Simone grabbed a fist full of his dirty blond hair and pulled his head back. Their eyes met, both shooting sharp glares at the other. "I assume you already know what I do to spies that enter the Court of Miracles." She saw no fear in his eyes, but she caught the slight bob of his Adam's apple.

She kicked him in his ribs, forcing him to topple flat on his back. His grunts and moans were quieted the minute she pounced on top of him, pinning his arms down with her knees. The tip of her knife pressed against the corner of his mouth and she could feel him shudder under her.

Before she could act further, however, she spotted a piece of white peeking out of the corners of his coat. She took out the parchment from him, her eyes scanned the half written letter the man wanted to send to a woman named Cosette. "You know how to write," she stated. Well that changed things.

This has happened before, but during those times, she had back up. It was a planned event with bloodthirsty people behind her to finish what she started. But this was different. She was alone, except for a few and she didn’t want any of those people to get their hands dirty on her behalf. And to run to the nearest tavern to get someone to kill him for her was not worth the risk of his possible escape or the inevitable hit on her reputation within the Court of Miracles. Really, there was only one option. But she’s never really done this before...

Without blinking, she pressed the knife to his neck and made a deep, clean cut right across his throat. The resulting blood splatter drenched her dress as he frantically tried to free himself from her and cover his wound. But she made sure he did not budge as he flailed below her.

When his body finally stilled and his eyes lost all emotion, she stood. Her blood soaked hands were clenched at her side to prevent them from trembling. What had she just done?

[starving4satisfaction]

Haiku 55

Playing with fire, The flames dancing with our breath, Snuffed out so quickly. R.M.H., 9/2/17